Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.